The creature that lurks beneath.
It has no soul.
The black, heinous and bloodcurdling mist dwells in its bowls.
It shrieks in the night, for it is thirsting for a new super.
It reduces a garnish persona to nothing but a pile of shallow and pessimistic ash.
Beware of this creature.
For it is not tangible.
It is not palpable.
It is not corporeal.
This beastly, callous phantom is only the deepest part of our conscious.
Where all the treacherous things go to stay.
Building up, they flourish into what is lurking beneath.

Nothing is greater than the beach.
The majestic, beautiful white sand has an exhilirating thrill to your eyes.
The sound of the abundant and grandiose seagulls bring absolute and utter joy to your ears.
The delicate and radiant ocean is a whole different story.
The superb, splendid and stunning crystal clear water puts your soul at tranquility.